Tag Archives: Love

7/30 – Whirlwind

She swirled in a whirlwind fire storm that fought all norms,

Disavowed unconformed commerce for other problems, got it, solved them,

She’s on to conduct, constructs, chatbots in cyber, quick wit, always slick on a cypher, tidbits, slips sacred sanctimony off antipathy in geometry, defies all logic and astounds me.

As a whirlwind wonder that wanders dust storms through encounters, of what I am grateful for is her countenance.

6/30 – Misplaced

Something in their hearts

insists love,

based on architecture and opportunity,

lofty lines that leave them listless,

longing for the lever that opens his heart,

not knowing that he penned it purposefully,

too torn to function the way it had,

too confounded to let others into its labyrinthine layout,

unable to alleviate the lessons of love and loss,

misplaced magics that mystics mistook for malice,

so potions and spells fell fallow,

improbable possibilities that never manifested,

the vestiges of valiance that fell to vagrancy and vanished.

3/30 – Shores

She’s broad as shore to shore,
hips as wide as America,
she shines, sea to shining sea,
loving a lost cause and hopeful,
falling fanatically for an abstraction,
half-baked idea that never fully form,
failing to see reality for the potential at the core.

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03/30 – Details

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Cutting through the soil,
Bent blades breaking dirt,
Opening up the earth,
Cracked and dry, brown,
Giving up the rocks,
The clay-like blackness beneath.

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He never asked she change
Her coloration,
She was the moon and white and always would be,
Or her phases,
He knew she would wax and she’d wane, it was plain,
He didn’t even ask she be faithful,
Just that she’d
Always be

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Feather & Chain

Everyone has their obsession,
Watching the cat chase the
Feather and chain
Despite being tired
Clearly slowing,
Wishing the child toting it
Would slow
Or pause in their gait,
Abate their laps and allow them to just linger,
Bask in the joy of
Chaos theory exerted
On the end of a silvery heaven
Dangling in perpetuity.

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if i didnt hate myself
so much
maybe i would stop
punishing myself
with the memory
of you

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The Last Three

Low light,
pitch black,
Two new and an old,
My place,
and a circuit closed,
Each of them I proposed.

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It seems like most days
Existence is a chore more than a blessing,
Like that last breath would suffice as a finale,
As though this chord poured every inch of effort out of me – a whole blues band contained in that note.

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